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FebruarOC Day 26: Zack

Zack had been expecting something along these lines since he’s arrived home to his parents acting normally, but even that anticipation wasn’t enough to prepare him for the sound of the doorbell ringing, or how his stomach dropped at the noise. Almost in a daze, he stood and walked towards the door to his room. Rhox hopped down from Zack’s bed and followed, shifting in a blur of red into a small, cat-like creature.

Zack opened his bedroom door just in time to see his mother open the front door, revealing a police officer standing on the other side.

“Hello,” the officer said. “Is this the residence of Jesse Lawson?”

“Yes,” Zack’s mother said, “he’s my son. Why? Where is he? Did something happen?”

Zack sat down at the top of the stairs, keeping to the shadows. Rhox curled up against his side, warm and steadfast against his shaking limbs.

“Yes.” The officer shifted uncomfortably. “Earlier today, we were alerted about a disturbance at the old fire tower in the woods. When we arrived, we found a body with these personal belongings on him.” The officer held out a phone and wallet, and even at this distance Zack recognized the matching anime-themed phone case and wallet. The screen of the phone was cracked and shattered, likely from the fall Jesse had taken when—

Zack’s mother gasped, covering her mouth with a hand. The officer took that as some sort of confirmation. “I’ll need you to come down to the station with me,” he said, “so we can confirm the victim’s identity.”

Zack didn’t realize he was crying until Rhox nuzzled him, drawing his attention to the damp patches on his shorts and down his cheeks.

“O—Of course,” Zack’s mother stammered. “I—”

Zack stood up and turned away, no longer listening. He didn’t want to hear any more.

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FebruarOC Day 25: Yavin

(The rest are half drafted so hopefully I should be finished with them soon lol)

Yavin awoke to the soft creak of the hinges on his bedroom door. He bolted upright, but to his relief it was no ill-advised would-be assassin, but Europa, twisting her nightdress in her hands.

“Yuri,” Yavin sighed, the adrenaline fading at the sight of his baby sister. “What’s wrong?”

Europa refused to look up, her golden gaze fixed at her feet as she mumbled, “Bad dream.”

“Come here,” Yavin offered immediately.

Europa let the door swing shut behind her as she darted for Yavin’s bed and jumped onto it. Yavin knew better than to ask why she was seeking him out instead of their parents. Even tucked away in the far reaches of the castle, he could still hear the distant clamor of conversations and music, where his mother was undoubtedly in the thick of everything while his father either doted at her side or clung to the shadows to conceal his Celestial nature.

“What sort of bad dream?” Yavin asked as Europa nestled her way into his blankets and got cozy.

Europa pointedly didn’t answer, flopping onto her side facing away from Yavin, as if that would fool him.

“Yuri,” Yavin said, rolling her to face him again. “What kind of bad dream. Like Io’s?”

Europa immediately shook her head vehemently, distaste written across her features. Yavin couldn’t blame her though, when the results of Io’s latest attempt to change the future were still visible as a pinkish scar across Europa’s cheek.

“Tell me about it,” Yavin said, settling back down in bed to be at eye level with his sister. “Please?” he added, seeing the reluctance in her expression.

Europa hesitated, then wriggled down into the blankets until only a sliver of her golden eyes was still visible. “Lost Mother, and Father, and you,” she admitted, her words muffled by the fabric. “Got scared. And…”

And their parents weren’t in their room to calm a nightmare as usual, and Yavin knew their mother would disapprove heavily of any of them returning to the gathering after they’d been sent to bed.

Yavin ruffled Europa’s hair. “Don’t worry,” he said with a grin. “I’ll always be here for you.”

Europa peeked out of the blankets. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Yavin said.

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“Yavin?”

It was the first noise Yavin had heard, since the door to this cage had slammed shut on him, since the echo of Calipsa’s and Io’s footsteps had faded, since his heart had slowed to a point where he could no longer hear the blood rushing in his ears.

“Yuri,” he said.

“Are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“Yavin please!”

“What do you want from me?” he snapped. “You know our siblings; This prison won’t be easy to escape from. I need time.” Which was something he was going to have an awful lot of in the coming days.

For a long moment, silence greeted his words. Yavin had almost begun to believe his words had satisfied Europa when she finally spoke again.

“Please say something. Please. I can’t—I don’t want to be alone.”

And it was then that Yavin realized what his siblings had done, as the sounds of his baby sister beginning to cry reached him. She couldn’t hear him. Their prison was designed to make her think she was alone in this darkness. And there was only one person Yavin could think of who would know that information, that would use it against her.

“Io,” Yavin growled.

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behind every late diagnosed neurodivergent person is a parent who has absolutely nothing going on at all don't worry about it

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you actually do need to center all trans voices in feminism, and that includes trans men. if you cannot wrap your head around the fact that trans men belong in feminist movements - without erasing their identity as men - you are part of the problem and you are not an ally to trans people.

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Gosh.

Must be rough for them.

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We live without water, without electricity, without food, without money, without internet, without communications.

Please help us. I swear to God, these are the hardest days of our lives.

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where’s that 1900s painting of the centaur mother playing with her child in a grassy field?

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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Aragorn n Legolas r so funny to me bc people who don’t know lotr well see gruff manly ranger and elegant princely elf but they don’t know what i know. they don’t know that Aragorn is the long haired sensitive softboy writing sad poetry on his livejournal about not being able to show his girlfriend the awesome new song he wrote for her on his guitar meanwhile Legolas is doing backwards kickflips over gimli at the skate park bc gimli double dog dared him then he and gimli climb the tree at Aragorn’s house n yell at him through the window to come play halo

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im actually really fun when youre first getting to know me and then you get to know me a little better and you realize i am not fun at all. like not even a little bit. and now youre trapped with me in a hole in the ground. and then several years later maybe im fun again. in the hole.

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lets get sorted with ma- wait. where is mama

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made a picture i will use a lot

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Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

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'thebe magugu black wool sisterhood vest matched with wide-leg culottes + black crepe button shirt, cinched with stainless-steel sisterhood leather belt' in africa in fashion: luxury, craft + textile heritage - ken kweku nimo (2022)

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it’s hard because you weren’t meant to do it alone. you weren’t meant to be a self-sustaining eco-god who gardens all of your food and eats vegan and only shops at the expensive co-op, makes your own clothes and buys the bulk soaps, cans, organizes events and protests alone, makes flyers and sets up petitions, shows up to political rallies, bike everywhere and inform everyone in the world all on your own.

you were meant to carpool with friends, clip coupons together and have mending circles on Friday nights. you were meant to keep a small plot in a group garden that everyone tends to, and you rotate turns every week. you were meant to design the flyer that your friend hands out or say the speech that your boygirlfriend edited. you were meant to be friends with the public bus drivers and talk to the farmers who drop off that crazy new kombucha flavor at the co-op and be kind to Walmart cashiers. you were meant to meal plan together and crowdfund for families in need and read each other old poetry and contemplate manifestos together hungover at the local coffee shop on special treat sunday and then go to the beach and have awesome gay sex that night. not alone. not kidding.

find your people instead of making a different kind of work for yourself. doing it all alone has never been your burden to bear. you were meant to do it with friends.